The Ballad Of Frankie Lee and Judas Priest

C Em Dm C C Em Well, Frankie Lee and Judas Priest, Dm C They were the best of friends. C Em So when Frankie Lee needed money one day, Dm C Judas quickly pulled out a roll of tens C Em And placed them on a footstool Dm C Just above the plotted plain, C Dm Sayin', "Take your pick, Frankie Boy, Em C My loss will be your gain." C Em Well, Frankie Lee, he sat right down Dm C And put his fingers to his chin, C Em But with the cold eyes of Judas on him, Dm C His head began to spin. C Em "Could ya please not stare at me like that," he said, Dm C "It's just my foolish pride, C Dm For sometimes a man must be alone Em C And this is no place to hide." C Em Well Judas, he just winked and said, Dm C "All right, I'll leave you here, C Em But you'd better hurry up and choose Dm C Which of those bills you want, C Em Before they all disappear." Dm C "I'm gonna start my pickin' right now, Em C Just tell me where you'll be." C Em Judas pointed down the road Dm C And said eternity, C Em "Eternity?" said Frankie Lee, Dm C With a voice as cold as ice. C Em "That's right," said Judas Priest, "Eternity, Dm C Though you might call it 'Paradise.'" C Em "I don't call it anything," Dm C Said Frankie Lee with a smile. C Em "All right," said Judas Priest, Dm C "I'll see you after a while." C Em Well, Frankie Lee, he sat back down, Dm C Feelin' low and mean, C Em When just then a passing stranger Dm C Burst upon the scene, C Em Saying, "Are you Frankie Lee, the gambler, Dm C Whose father's deceased? Well, if you are, C Dm There's a fellow callin' you down the road Em C And they say his name is Priest." C Em "Oh, yes, he is my friend," Dm C Said Frankie Lee in fright, C Em "I do recall him very well, Dm C In fact, he just left my sight." C Em "Yes, that's the one," said the stranger, Dm C As quiet as a mouse, C Dm "Well, my message is, he's down the road, Em C Stranded in a house." C Em Well, Frankie Lee, he panicked, Dm C He dropped ev'rything and ran C Em Until he came unto the spot Dm C Where Judas Priest did stand. C Em "What kind of house is this," he said, Dm C "Where I have come to roam?" C Dm "It's not a house," says Judas Priest, Em C "It's not a house, it's a home." C Em Well, Frankie Lee, he trembled, Dm C He soon lost all control C Em Over everything which he had made Dm C While the mission bells did toll. C Em He just stood there staring Dm C At that big house as bright as any sun, C Dm With four and twenty windows Em C And a woman's face in every one. C Em Well, up the stairs ran Frankie Lee Dm C With a soulful, bounding leap, C Em And, foaming at the mouth, Dm C He began to make his midnight creep. C Em For sixteen nights and days he raved, Dm C But on the seventeenth he burst C Dm Into the arms of Judas Priest, Em C Which is where he died of thirst. C Em No one tried to say a thing Dm C When they carried him out in jest, C Em Except, of course, the little neighbour boy Dm C Who carried him to rest. C Em And he just walked along, alone, Dm C With his guilt all well concealed, C Dm And muttered underneath his breath, Em C "Nothing is revealed." C Em Well, the moral of the story, Dm C The moral of this song, C Em Is simply that one should never be Dm C Where one does not belong. C Em So when you see your neighbour carryin' somethin', Dm C Help him with his load, C Dm And don't go mistaking Paradise Em C For that home across the road.